Thursday, July 28, 2011

Far Removed

"The old monk sat in his armchair. Without taking his gaze from the void into which his thoughts seemed dreamily to sink, he said softly, 

" 'You want to learn from me. That is good! But you demand explanations, descriptions, specifications - that is not good! For what use is it to make many words?

" 'What represents normal these days - and only because the masses have established it as that - is also moving, within its limits - within the boundaries of the ordinary. Within the boundaries of that of which the masses feel capable - and every small mind that determines this era.

" 'But that which you seek, and with you ever more people, is far removed from this.' "


Saturday, July 23, 2011

Too Tired To Rest


with men as with caterpillars
nothing was chanced
the penniless world was hemmed in
by mountains on three sides
with gibbons and cranes to seem endless

gradually three or four flowers
tiny divots of earth
by the tens of thousands
and a skein of fine white sewing silk
appeared on my coat and hat

but to allow for the ouroboros
that lives in my living room
perched on the caldera's rim
and over my shoulder
like the white bird you can't see

the spyglass drew a cocoon
beating a drum in the doorway
of my own raising
so many misshapen wishes
too tired to rest or return home

-Dave Brinks

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Watch With Serenity

Hooray for I'm-not-dead-I-just-have-a-life-outside-my-Jurassic-computer posts. 

"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; and you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen."

-Kahlil Gibran